“I’ve slit my wrist
And here tonight
We go adrift
By candle light
My golden eyes
Your silken stare
Surrounded by death
And we don’t care
I melt with you
I touch and fall
Blind eyes seeing
And learning all
For you tonight
I told a lie
And gave my soul
For you I’ll die.”

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True love is not measured by flowers or candies, or hugs and kisses, but by how loud your lover screams when you fall dead in their arms.

Unspoken Love
by White Ice Widow

Emerald eyes looked up shyly to catch beautiful amber ones. They locked, and stared at each other with intense fire, passion, and love. They screamed to each other words of admiration and caring without ever moving their lips. Then just as quick as the bond was made, it was broken, as one set of eyes went back to his drink, and the other to his poetry.

For nineteen years Zarbon and Jeice had lived a masquerade. Feigning hatred and contempt for one another in front of every other living soul that took residence on Frieza’s base. But when those eyes turned away, they ran into each other’s arms and comforted each other and told one another about how great their life would be one day, when they could finally be together without fear of endless torments by the lizard tyrant.

Thirty years back, Zarbon and Jeice were the sole survivors of their species, not to mention the strongest, and brought to Frieza to train. Frieza instantly fell for the elegant Zarbon, holding him with more regard than his white-haired companion. For a few years the children were bitter rivals, Jeice hated Zarbon because he knew he was cared about by Frieza more than himself and tried his hardest to become more powerful than Zarbon to impress Frieza more. And yes, he surpassed Zarbon by leaps and bounds, but got no closer to Frieza’s heart.

Zarbon, in his turn, despised Jeice for attempting to take what he had. Frieza lavished Zarbon with his love and affection, not to mention shared his bed with the boy more times than should be allowed, and only asked for his love in return. Which, the azure boy, was more than happy to give, until one night he wandered into Jeice’s pitiful unkempt quarters to find the boy crying.

 His heart was filled with remorse for the other child, and he tried to talk to him. Jeice was more than hesitant to talk to Frieza’s lover and his rival, but the green-haired angel finally convinced him to speak. After speaking to each other for hours, the two noticed how their deep-seated hatred for one another was based off of an even deeper love. After that they became immediate friends, laughing and sparring and training with each other. On special nights Zarbon would read his friend poetry he had written, which the other boy was more than enthusiastic to hear.

 The two would sneak around and get into all kinds of mischief, all the while growing closer and closer to one another. Together the boys discovered that the fates must have wished for them to be together from birth. Everything they did seemed to only strengthen their bond that was already so strong, they themselves deemed it unbreakable. 

Frieza watched this closely with underlying suspicion quietly for years. The world was turned upside down when the ice-jinn found the two in bed together, reeking of sex. Infuriated, he dragged the white-haired boy out of bed and not-so-nicely told the two that if he ever saw anything other than hatred between them, death would swiftly become a luxury. And with that, he took Jeice to Captain Ginyu and his three followers to become part of the Ginyu force. Ginyu was given specific instructions to not let Jeice see Zarbon, and if he tried to, to tell him immediately.

With that, he went back to his petite azure warrior and told him Jeice was dead. Hearing this, the boy went into hysterics and Frieza for the first time saw how much Zarbon cared for the other child. With all the love he could muster, he set about comforting the saddened boy and taught him to love the lizard again for the next 5 years.

During that time Zarbon had gotten word that Jeice was not dead, and began scheming. Frieza would randomly ask him about Jeice whereupon the blue warrior would reply with, “Jeice, the name sounds familiar but I can’t place it,” or, “Jeice, who would name their child such a name?” which not only pleased Frieza, but fooled him too. Finally, he let the two boys meet again in his presence. Zarbon bowed and politely introduced himself as he was taught to do to any stranger. Zarbon glanced at Jeice quickly as he stood erect again, hoping he would catch on, which he did. Jeice stuck out his hand with an, “Ey mate, ‘ows it goin’?” grabbing Zarbon’s hand and shaking it violently. Frieza was inwardly ecstatic about it and, believing the two had completely forgotten each other, told them that they knew each other from long ago and were bitter rivals.

They looked at each other, an unspoken agreement was made and the lovers began glaring at each other, and hence began their false hatred that they wore around anyone who was under Frieza’s rule. But when the coast was clear, Zarbon would sneak out to Jeice’s quarters where they would screw each other senseless, then lie there holding each other until Zarbon had to return back to his room before Frieza found out.

Everyday Zarbon and Jeice would check their own quarters thoroughly for any cameras or bugs Frieza placed there in their absence. Now, they sat in the bar, daring a lingering glance at one another whenever they felt it safe. Zarbon finished the poem he was working on, closed his book and stood up. Jeice, seeing this, downed his drink and stood up as well. They both walked to the door, seemingly unaware of the presence of the other until they both collided in the doorway.

“’Ey! Watch where the hell you’re going, reptile,” Jeice yelled, feigning anger and getting into a defensive stance.
Zarbon snarled, “Watch your mouth; you forget who you are talking to, worm!”

Zarbon lunged at the second smallest member of the Ginyu force. Jeice pretended to get caught off guard as the blue man whipped him around and slipped his hands under his armpits and put them on the back of Jeice’s head and pushed it down to his chest, locking him like that. The smaller man snarled and thrashed, though not really trying to harm his friend.

The green-haired one quickly lowered his head to his secret lover’s ear and whispered, “Tomorrow night, my quarters, trust me and be there,” then broke the lock and roughly pushed Jeice away. The orange man whirled around and growled at the other, but gave a tiny nod that could only be noticed if you had been watching for it.

“And don’t you ever forget it, boy!” Zarbon spat out maliciously before chuckling and walking through the doorway out into the hall.

Jeice kept a snarl on his face and turned to face the rest of the patrons in the bar.
“And what the fuck ya think yer lookin at, mates?” he asked the crowd who quickly went back to their business so as not to invoke the wrath of an angry Ginyu. Jeice snorted and walked out into the hallway, taking the opposite path taken by his undercover lover. They would not see each other until tomorrow night, as to not raise suspicion.
“I wonder what that little sneak has planned. Well, whatever it is, I hope he can get away with it,” the man pondered to himself as he went on a search for Burter to do some training.

The azure warrior ran into Frieza’s chambers, panting. The tyrant’s eyes shot up from the book he was reading as soon as he registered the other man’s presence.

“Zarbon, my love, what in the name of Kami is wrong?” Frieza asked, tossing the book aside to jump up and walk towards his warrior.

Zarbon fell to one knee in front of the lizard, still panting.
“My lord, King Varuki has just sent us a transmission. He said that due to our attempt to take control of his territory, he is waging an attack on us. He said that he will be sending troops out immediately to eradicate Frieza HQ if he does not speak to you directly in his presence.”
Zarbon finished and looked up at Frieza’s shocked face with pleading eyes.

“King Varuki is one of my best and most powerful allies. Why would he ever think I would try to take over his territory? Without him being dead first, of course. This is madness. Have you tried to reach him again over the telecommunicator?” Frieza asked with a bit of urgency in his voice.

Zarbon nodded, “Yes, sire, but he has rejected any form of communication, you must go see him immediately.”

Frieza closed his eyes and thought hard for a moment.
“Fine, I will leave late tonight, I don’t want unnecessary alarm throughout the base if it’s not needed. You and Dodoria prepare me a ship. Tell anyone who asks I am leaving to see my brother on some urgent family matters. Tell Dodoria that too, knowing him, he’ll most likely get drunk and blab to everyone before I have even taken off.”

Zarbon nodded and stood. “Yes, Lord Frieza.” He bowed again gracefully, whirled around and strode out the door in search of the pink monstrosity.

Frieza watched quietly as Zarbon walked off in silence pondering to himself, before turning around and sitting back on his throne.
“This is indeed quite odd, maybe my blue angel is actually a devil in disguise. I think a little investigation is in order.” 

After Zarbon and Dodoria had finished prepping their master’s ship, Dodoria went off to the bar to challenge himself to see how many brain cells he could kill tonight, while the other man retired for the night. After bathing himself and finishing his novel, Zarbon turned off the light and soon fell into an elegant slumber. Shortly thereafter, Frieza overrode Zarbon’s lock code and casually strode into his room, holding in his hand a long, black jewelry box.

He walked over to the sleeping man and studied his features carefully. His smooth, soft hair spread out around him like liquid silk, his flawless pale blue face that held two beautifully enticing lips and two gorgeous amber eyes, shut away for the night. The tyrant couldn’t help but reach a hand out and lightly touch one of the man’s cheeks with his finger tips. He whispered gently, “I hope my suspicions are wrong, not just for your sake, but for mine.”

He removed his hand and looked over to the table directly next to him on which laid the azure man’s earrings and headpiece. Opening the small black box he was holding, he quickly picked up the headpiece and replaced it with an identical one that had been inside the box. They were exactly the same, except for the one that Frieza had switched the true one for had a small camera and microphone hidden inside the jewel. Arranging the faux jewelry in the exact same fashion he found the other one in, he took his leave silently, and walked quickly back to his room, picking up the small video screen the camera was connected to and turning it on. Assured that everything was working properly, he turned it back off, boarded his ship and took off to see just what all this hubbub was about.

Zarbon had awaken a couple hours after dawn. He stretched out on the bed, looking much like a sleepy cat. He was about to return to his slumber when what day it was came into his mind and what today meant. He sat straight up and looked ahead, his expression turning to one of sadness and remorse as he reached over to his nightstand, bypassing the jewelry and picking up his poetry book. He hugged it close before kissing it gently and setting it back down with a sad smile, then got out of bed to get a shower and ready himself. He washed up and donned his normal attire, braiding his hair expertly before placing on his earrings and headpiece. He stood in front of a tall mirror for a long while, studying himself, thinking about his life and what it had become and where it was going. Smiling again and nodding slightly to himself, he went about his work. He had much to do if he wanted everything prepared by tonight.

“Lord Varuki, Lord Frieza requests your presence to discuss your threat of attack,” Varuki’s first-in-command said to the black-haired ruler, bowing graciously at the foot of his tall dais. Varuki lifted an eyebrow upon hearing the other man’s words.

“Threat of attack? What stars have foretold that unsupported warning to the little pr-”-- his words were cut short as Frieza blasted the goliath doors to the king’s throne room into dust particles. Varuki jumped to his feet, his large, ornate robes making him seem smaller than he really was, as the ice-jinn prince flew directly in front of the king. Knowing his weaker power, the black-haired man bowed his head to the lizard. Frieza simply glared at the man that towered over him.

“I was told that you recently called my Headquarters, threatening attack, because I had attempted to conquer your territory. Do you mind explaining yourself, Varuki,” Frieza demanded, a small smile gracing his features as he saw the man visibly flinch from his harsh tone.

“Lord Frieza, I assure you, no such threats were made. If any of my men had sent out any transmissions to you I would have known as I am the only one with your pass code. Please believe me; I have no reason nor the power to threaten you, Frieza. Perhaps it was a mix-up of some sort,” King Varuki stated with his head still bowed.

Had his eyes been open, he might have been able to see that now would be a good time to get the hell off the planet. Frieza pulled back his lips in a silent snarl. He was irate and about to blast the hell out of this planet, and everyone near it. But, he swallowed his anger and put it aside for who it was really meant for. After a long silence Varuki dared open his eyes to stare at the quiet ice-jinn, standing with his eyes closed and a small smile across his face.

“I am sorry to disturb you, Varuki, I assure you, the idiot who committed this deed will be seriously punished. I hope to see you at the next Planetary Traders Gathering. Until then,” Frieza said, turning around and flying down the dais and quickly walking out of the room.

Once inside his ship, he grabbed the video screen that the camera in his soldier’s headpiece was connected to and turned it on. The camera was being shaken back and forth and a vacuum could be seen coming in and out of the bottom of the picture, and the azure man’s voice sang angelically in a language the tyrant did not recognize. He scowled at the screen. It was almost evening back on the base, and Zarbon seemed to be going about his regular schedule, but something was not right. Bringing his suspicions to the forefront of his mind, he turned the screen off and set it aside carefully.

“He seems to be doing nothing of any interest at the moment, and it will take a good amount of time to get back home, so I guess I should calm myself as not to blow every fucking thing in this pathetic solar system to bits. I pray for him that what I see later on will help soothe my anger, but I already know it will just add fuel to the flames,” Frieza mused out loud to himself before sitting back in his chair and silently seething at his green-haired lover.

Jeice stood nervously and walked skittishly down the hallway to Zarbon’s room. He kept looking around to see if anyone was about, which wasn’t very likely since the few elites that lived on the top floor with Zarbon were at the bar for some karaoke thing. Still, he knew the risks they were taking and remained on guard. He couldn’t imagine what his blue angel was thinking, inviting him over to his quarters. He knew it had to be something special, and he had gotten word Frieza left to attend to some family affairs, so he was a bit calmer than he would have otherwise been. Forgoing his normal attire, he was dressed in a black silk poet shirt and black dress pants, accompanied by black leather dress shoes.

He approached Zarbon’s door and reached to push the button to request entrance when the barrier flew open and he was pulled quickly inside. He heard the door slide shut behind him and the auto lock go on as he slowly surveyed the room. All lights had been turned off and the room was being illuminated by hundreds of white candles. Everywhere he looked, a group of different-sized white candles were bunched together, lighting and warming the usually freezing room. In the background was some soft classical music by some long-dead composer that seemed to cause the flames to dance.

His nose was tempted by sweet smells of honey and vanilla, and some other enticing scents he couldn’t place. He was awestruck at the beauty of the room, but his breath was taken away by the beauty of his love. The taller man stood staring at his lover, in a black and red silken kimono that seemed to flow around him. His hair was down from its braid with small sections over each shoulder. Jeice wanted to console Kami himself for losing such a beautiful angel.

Jeice tried to say something, but found a large lump in his throat as sudden scalding tears sprang to his eyes. He closed them tightly, balling his fists and tilting his head down. Zarbon smiled sweetly at his lover, taking a step closer to him, wrapping one arm around his small, muscular shoulders, and took his chin in his hand, tilted it up to face him. Jeice opened his glassy, green eyes slowly and gave Zarbon a weak smile.

“I love you, Jeice,” Zarbon said in a soft voice, “But come, our dinner is getting cold.” He ushered the choked-up Ginyu over to a small, yet ornate round table with two matching chairs on either side. Two white taper candles were placed in the middle and on the table in front of each chair and between the perfectly polished silver cutlery was a plate covered by an elegant silver lid. Zarbon pulled the chair out for Jeice and allowed him to sit first before taking his place in the chair across from him.

Jeice politely covered his lap with his pearl-white napkin and lifted the silver cover to expose a plate with a beautifully full steak with a sprig of parsley next to it. The two ate in silence, savouring this, the first time ever, where they could be truly together.

After finishing, Zarbon cleared the table then took his seat again, smiling at Jeice kindly before sparking up a common conversation, another thing they had never had before. The two spoke quietly as though if they spoke too loud, this fragile glass world they were in would shatter and they would be forced to wake from this magnificent dream. But they were speaking loud enough for one being to hear, all too clearly.

His ruby eyes were slitted in pure rage as he watched the small screen before him. His small white hand was curled into a fist so tightly that his black claws were digging deep into his pale flesh, causing a stream of blood to flow down his fingers. The more he saw, the more his vision turned red. His eyes opened wide as he heard the little Ginyu exclaim that after nineteen years of hiding their love, they could finally be together, if only for this night. Frieza smiled a cold, sadistic smile and turned off the screen; he had seen all he needed to see. Then he stood and washed the drawn blood off his hands, thinking to himself, ‘And oh, it will be the only night, my two love birds.’

The two had migrated over to Zarbon’s black leather couch, where the white-haired man was currently laying on his left side facing his lover. They were speaking quietly, words of love and everything they always wanted to say. When there was finally a pause in their quiet chatter, the azure beauty leaned down and passionately kissed the smaller man. Sooner than not, the two found themselves merged into one being, their souls clashed together and melted into one. They shared kisses and tears, pouring all the love they had for each other into their love making, unaware that their doom was getting closer and closer all the while.

When they were done, they donned their clothing again and Zarbon blew out most of the candles, leaving the room very dark before sitting on the sofa next to his love and pulling him close against him. Jeice sighed contentedly as he looked up to the other man’s face to see streams of tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Love, what is wrong? Aren’t you enjoying this?” he asked, concerned, reaching up to wipe away the tears.

 Zarbon grabbed his small hand and gently kissed the back of it before smiling sadly down at Jeice.
“It’s not that, darling,” he said almost too quietly for Jeice to hear.

“Then what is it?” the other man asked, still very concerned.

“Nothing,” Zarbon said sadly, “Absolutely nothing.”

The white-haired man closed his eyes and snuggled closer to his love, just as a large ship landed in the docking bay.

The tyrant, though absolutely irate, kept his calm and walked through the halls with no more of a quicker step than he ever took. Finally he reached the doors to his lover’s quarters and quickly punched in the pass code and they slid open to reveal the two men inside sharing a passionate kiss.

Both men looked up at the sound of the doors opening. One had a look of pure terror on his face, the other a look of sad knowing.

Frieza walked a few steps into the room and stood staring at the pair. Jeice was too fear-stricken to move, but it seemed Zarbon was not. He turned his lover’s face to his and, with a sad smile, mouthed the words ‘I love you’ to him before planting a gentle kiss on his forehead and standing up quietly. Jeice looked back and forth between his master and lover to try to comprehend the situation. The tears that had formed in his eyes began to spill over onto his cheeks silently.

Zarbon looked Frieza in the eye and gave a slight nod as he reached his right hand into the left side of his kimono over his heart, while Frieza lifted his hand and formed a bright ball of ki in the center of his palm. As Zarbon’s hand retreated completely from his left side and was dropping down, a powerful beam of ki cut straight through his heart, killing him in but a moment. It seemed to take a century before his body finally hit the floor with a muted thud, and the heart-shattering scream that Jeice let out seemed to be nonexistent.

As the white-haired widower rushed forward and scooped up his love in his arms, the lizard tyrant turned and left without a sound. The only sound was the beating of a lone broken heart, dancing to the cascade of tears from a dying man. Screaming to the gods, Jeice finally spotted a piece of paper lying in his dead lover’s loose grip. Wiping the seemingly endless tears away, he picked it up and unfolded it carefully. On it was a poem and a promise, that even though they couldn’t be together in this universe, nothing would come between them in the next.

..and when I'm lying in the gray sleep
I don't know how to walk the boards
I open my eyes, and look at the floor
And now I don't see you anymore..